Kanav Justa

Haircut Blues

I prayed to the devil I prayed to the godWith scissors they were cut, that was mightier then a sword, I Look like a school boy, I look so fkcin smallLike the end of rome, my hairs did fallFor years they were fine, with the wind they were gone Now i feel cold at the twilight I feel cold at the dawnThick and dark and little messy they wereStranger I see, when I look at the mirror.

Living Fake

Of the deepest sorrowOf every dollar that I borrowedTo the stars I take a vowBut but let me ask you nowWhat's wrong with an old shirtand a bed sheet with some dirt.Or a pillow that is elsewhere from its placeOr a filthy dry faceScent of a socks that is oldsome yellow stain that remind us of goldAnd the holy waterfall, leaking from the tapAnd the sound from a stomach that rapsWhy should I appear to be cleanDress up well and look a little meanAnd then again I look at some starTo ask, , Why can't we be who we are? Why can't we be who we are?

A Shitty Poem

Some things makes us wise and Some things makes us badSometimes you just wish, you should have listened to your dadSometimes you wonder of the things that you have with yousometimes you just throw them, and bring yourself all newSometimes struck in chaos, when your thought seems to shutdownThinking of some shit, sometimes black sometimes brownWhy this fkuk has to happen always with meLike some tire I roll, where dogs come and they peeWhy is that when I sit down to write some serious stuffI know It aint that easy but it aint that tough I have tried it in the morning and I have tried it in the nightBut why there has to be some shit in whatever I writeCant I find some good words, some words you might likeTo find them I go to some fine place with my driver and my bikeMany songs I have heard and many songs I have sungBut when I sit and write, I see only cow dungOn a fresh morning, looking for something that could inspireI end up seeing some fresh shit, some fresh shit on some fire

Heart Of Stone

A broken wing, and a broken boneOf a bird, that met a stoneLied helpless And was bit despairLooked above If god was there.Short of food And short of breathWas silently waiting For his deathAsked his wings If they could fly.Yes they said why don't you tryHe gathered his strength and wiped his tears.And soon he stood Without his fearsHis eyes stared at the Dark blue skyBut just then when he was about to fly

they grabbed his neck they grabbed it hardwith all his strength he could move a yardand yes those hands did hurt his bonehe had met a heart of stonesome ugly hands and a beautiful bird.He cried for help But no one heard.His wings were flawed And his muscles were stiff.

On A Breakup

The day you left, as I recallYou stood so high, you stood so tallNo wonder you couldn't hear me saySo high you were, so low I laySince she has left many have leftI wish if those promises were keptMy vision has now started to blurMy hairs have shown their true colorOnce which were, as dark as blackHave started to grow, on my backAnd some of them which couldn't changeHave left my skull and I look so strange

Since she has gone, I am a different manFaster than usain bolt she ranI saw her going from my eyesNot a single word and no good byesNow everything I see Is blueFrom movies to monkeys of zooEvery night is same, same is the day